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Post by James Norrington on Nov 2, 2007 15:05:55 GMT -5
James fell back in to the passed out woman "Don't scream at me Charlie!" He put his hands on his ears.
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Post by Richard on Nov 2, 2007 15:07:40 GMT -5
"OH GOD I KILLED HIM!" Richard shrieked.
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 2, 2007 15:08:41 GMT -5
James stood up, managing to fall back down next to Richard "Who? Who did you kill, I got killed once..."
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Post by Richard on Nov 2, 2007 15:11:41 GMT -5
"Me too," said Richard.
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 2, 2007 15:12:33 GMT -5
"WOW!" James exclaimed "How'd you die?"
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Post by Richard on Nov 2, 2007 15:14:02 GMT -5
"I got dragged from a... one of those big hairy things. A horse. And then they hit me on the head until I was dead."
He nodded quite sincerely.
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 2, 2007 15:17:32 GMT -5
Norrington pursed "Awwww" then he smiled "But cha gotta admiit, dass a perty bad arse way to go old boy."
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Post by Richard on Nov 2, 2007 15:18:39 GMT -5
"I can still feel it when it's cold..."
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 2, 2007 15:19:26 GMT -5
"I feel cold... when it's cold" he said almost ignoring what Richard had said "Reeechard Charlie Ardle, is it ready to smoke?"
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Post by Richard on Nov 2, 2007 15:23:25 GMT -5
"It's almost ready, I think..."
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 2, 2007 15:25:33 GMT -5
In a sudden slap of sobriety James felt a great wave of sadness and fear for what he was about to do. But as soon as if came, it went, and the grin returned to his face.
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Post by Richard on Nov 2, 2007 15:28:01 GMT -5
"You are my BEST FRIEND," said Richard.
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 2, 2007 15:29:33 GMT -5
"As you are mine" a woman who had been sitting by them the whole time giggled and pointed to the pipe "the lady says smoke up and be cheery." Norrington laid down as she fed the pipe to his mouth and took a long puff, coughing immediately, after a moment he tried again and sat back.
"You're turn."
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Post by Richard on Nov 2, 2007 15:31:29 GMT -5
"We're sharing?"
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Post by James Norrington on Nov 2, 2007 15:33:15 GMT -5
"Yes sir" he wiped the mouth peice "clean as clean" he pulled a wad of money out of his pocket and laid it on the table "until it's gone" the woman nodded and took the money. At this a wave of warmth flew through James like a train "Oh... oh" he looked around, the tent seemed to change colors.
"I can taste the air."
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